Han Yu had just crossed the city gate when he couldn't help but draw in a sharp breath.
Outside the city gate, there was something that forced him out, and now he finally understood what it was.
"Isn't this the calamity that originally belonged to Wang Xiao'Er?"
Gazing at the distant windstorm, Han Yu was astonished beyond measure.
"It was originally, but now you possess it."
Glass wearily accepted the situation, already knowing something like this would happen when rushing into calamity, and now the backlash had come.
As soon as Han Yu appeared, the howling winds around him became even more frenzied.
No wonder that group of junior cultivators had fled inside; this gale was wild, with a force that was formidable, and if one were to be hit by it a few times, someone with minor cultivation might either be crippled or injured!
Aside from becoming more intense, the hurricane showed no signs of moving.
Steadying himself in the air, Han Yu had no intention of advancing.
